7.1.05

100 things we didn't know this time last year

I know, I know; the year end was last week, but this is too inspiring:


24. Germany has an 18-year-old MP - Julia Bonk, a member of the Saxony legislature. Her name is not funny in German. (and she's a hotty!)

63. Just one in a hundred workers goes to the pub for their lunch, according to a study. The same proportion spend lunch having sex.

and for all you blogaholics;

65. "Square eyes" might be real - Australian researchers have found that children who spend a long time inside watching television or on computers become more susceptible to short-sightedness.

Thanks to MJ over at Lightspeed Chick ;-)

6.1.05

RELEASE YOURSELF

Life can be hard when your wife wakes up one Friday night and decides to do a belly full of pills and go out dancing until the next afternoon- take the case of Malcom and Maureen from across the pond...posting about their lives on the Roger Sanchez message board, Release Yourself- Boy, did they ever! Various board members then have their say... (edited for space- click the title for the whole kabang)


Malcolm (Maureen's Hubby)
Thought I'd better let the more responsible members of this board know that my 7yr marriage to the love of my life Maureen is at an end. For the most part it was wonderful and I'll never forget the twinkle in her eye the day we were married and set off to Blackpool Tower (mtlanglo: Blackpool Tower?? Sounds like a laugh a minute...)for our honeymoon. For 6 wonderful years she was there waiting with my steak and chips or stew and dumplings when I got home from work - I'll especially miss the lumps in the mash potato on a Sunday(you sound like a git- I'd trade you for half a line).

Then she had the misfortune to get mixed up with a crowd for whom morals and family standards are but a rumour. My loving, kitchen-bound wife was turned overnight into what some of would call a 'party animal', going out to those awful loud nightclubs and not coming home for days on end.

The last of these occasions was on New Year when she was supposed to be joining the more than ample festivities at cousin Vera's house but instead went to somewhere called the Ministry Of Noise to see some girl called Ericka. Maureen didn't get home until 4 days later and was muttering things about wobble jizzle, mayonaise, chalk drawings, dressage and being vaporised, whatever all that means(LOL!!! She sounds fun!!). Needless to say that was the final straw and divorce proceedings have begun.

Let this be a warning to any of you who may be tempted by this so called 'BFC' and may I also warn to be careful should you ever see Maureen when you're out and about. She's developed a disturbing tendency to hump mens's legs, especially if they're a 'dj' - this was extremely embarrassing at our John's wedding disco(WTF is a wedding disco?) a few weeks ago and it took 3 strong blokes to get her off.

Yours
(A Heartbroken)
Malcolm
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35 yr old male, 5ft 9, brown hair, green eyes, 160lbs, hairline receding but not quite past it yet, interested in gardening, darts, dominoes and the odd game of bowls - seeks woman of similar age and interests. Must be good at cooking, washing, ironing, darning socks and like nothing more than a night at the workingman's club (none of that house music malarky). (it is at this point that I start thinking this is a put-on- hmmm-could be a creative writing excercise...)

RSenalBaby
i seriously just fell off the chair at work
the kids had to come and pick their teacher up off the floor i am laughing so hard

you deserve an emmy award malcolm the mysterious hubby!

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HI, I'm Simon, and I like to do drawrings! I also like to do f*ckered things!

mericet
don't feel sorry for him groovin .... he's well rid of her. i'm perhaps the one in need of sympathy ... pp's on the warpath so it sounds like things are about to get uuggglly Laughing Laughing Wink

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"Horseplay always ends in tears" - English proverb


Maureen
Well yes...things ARE about to get ugly Malcolm...Who do you think you are, Roger, dropping lines like that? You have one set on you and I dont mean cufflinks! and boy were you right it sure is about to get ugly in here....

Don't you try to paint a picture like it was all smiles and dumplings. You were married to your tax calculator and stock reports and left me pining for more for years now. Just because I found new friends who love adventure and travel and wonderful music doesnt mean I'm a slapper or a git! I was kitchen bound only because there was no warmth in the bedroom where it belongs. At least I had an oven and a space heater to warm me at nite! You leave my mayonaise, wobble jizzle and land of chalk drawrings alone you hear...you have NO right!



You're bitter because I have found true happiness and vaporisation (once I find out what this is I want to try it...) that has made me a better woman Malcolm! This all could have been avoided if home truly was where the heart was Malcolm, and your a heartless breed for posting such lies here on these nice peoples forum. Leave me and my house music friends to be, we're in our own little world and we are happy here!

p.s. Stop calling me and playing "Back Together"on the receiver, I do enjoy house music these days, but not from your stereo you cheeky monkey! It won't work, I'm but a mere memory for you!

Disgruntled,
Maureen

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In the wise words of the Pianoheadz~ "It's over for you, It's over for you... Honey, I loved you, but cant you see..It's over for you!"

groovin
"At least I had an oven and a space heater to warm me at nite "


Surprised Surprised Surprised Surprised Surprised Surprised Surprised Surprised Surprised Surprised

No wonder She went to see ericka on new years!!


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House is universal lanquage!!!!


Maureen wrote:
Well yes...things ARE about to get ugly Malcolm...Who do you think you are, Roger, dropping lines like that? You have one set on you and I dont mean cufflinks Exclamation and boy were you right it sure is about to get ugly in here....

mericet
err ... sorry to burst your bubble my leg humping friend but it was me who said it was about to get ugly in here, not your poor husband. and even then it was my tongue in cheek spat with emma to which i was referring .... not some old slapper who's trying to relive her mispent youth Twisted Evil Twisted Evil(mericet making friends- love these young kids with no manners...)

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"Horseplay always ends in tears" - English proverb

StereoGrrl (ie: Sabs)
Are we watching an episode of "As the Disco Ball Turns"?

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Will u always remember, will it last forever, was it what u imagined, or did it feel like magic


Malcolm (Maureen's Hubby)
My dear Maureen please don't drag this out and make yourself look any more foolish than you have already done. The good people of this forum obviously knew what you were truly like long before I'd realised. The only phone calls I've made of late have been to my solicitor (that's a lawyer for the benefit of our American friends) (Thanks, but we all saw A Fish Called Wanda and have that down, asshole!) and I have certainly not been playing any music to you. Maybe you've spent too long in that 'la la land' that you were muttering about when you finally returned home from your latest night of debauchery with your immoral 'friends' and are struggling to find your way back to reality?

It no longer matters however because I've been searching the personal ads and feel I've found someone with whom I can be truly happy. Her name is Sabrina and she looks very pretty in her ad. Rather like that 'DJ Heather'(DJ Heather is a tad less pale than Sabs---what have you been snorting?) you talked about so much but far more elegant. I believe she browses this forum under the guise of StereoGrrl and while I accept the geography may be a small problem I feel sure the bond between us would be so strong that moving continents would be of little concern. While she displays a worrying interest in this 'house music' I also see a bit of the old Charlie Dimmock in her and feel she'd be right at home on our little allotment. Sabrina - if you're reading this and feel the same as I then please feel free to get in touch. I left my number on your personal
ad earlier.

Yours
Mal

StereoGrrl
I don't really think that was me - This post is getting stranger and stranger!



Malcolm (Maureen's Hubby)
StereoGrrl wrote:
I don't really think that was me - This post is getting stranger and stranger!


It was definitely you because there can't be two people so alike. I know Manchester is a long way from Montreal but it could work if we just gave it a chance. Don't worry about Maureen because she won't be around. What do you say Sabrina?


StereoGrrl
This is bizarre. (To say the least- you need better on-line personas)

Bolando
Why is it when Maureen gets on here, all hell breaks loose Confused
Laughing Laughing Laughing Laughing

5.1.05

Urgh- Gulog or Winterwonderland

I guess the only real way to feel sexy while wearing thermal underpants is to wear really tight jeans. I'll see if I can post some photographic evidence later tonight.

3.1.05

The Cure

After having listened to various genres of house and electronic music being spun by my friends, local DJ's and some of the best DJs in the world all weekend what do I listen to with my "morning" coffee?


This!

Memorable Moments of the past 72 hours

Waiting 90 minutes for my luggage.

Last meal- pizza, Friday, 4PM

What Sumi would later describe as "The Dance Off."

The desire to leave a house party with someone but know you have a ticket for a $95 party you are already late for.

Deelle singing the New Years day theme song "Beat That Bitch with a Bat" whilst jabbing Sumi with a plastic bat.

Seeing some white American dudes do some hardcore breakdancing, free verse rapping and trying to get our Canadian goads up while we were completely fucked.

Having someone tell you a shocking story, and then reading the sanatized version (read: without the charges) written on a message board the next day.

Being glad it is hailing because it "feels nice."


owwww

30.12.04

Turbo is a Friendster God


This is what Turbo would look like if he was a djini.. (or drunk with a towel wrapped around his head)

Jennie wrote:
Hi, I am looking around the friendster
(mtlanglo-non-anglophone alert)....do you interesting to chat?

I am waiting for ur reply!
Happy New Year
Jennie

Turbo wrote:

Hi Jennie,
Congratulations, you're the first person to contact me through Friendster.
I'm not even really sure what this thing is.. just my friend told me to join it.
Does this mean we're friends now?
Are we going to hang out and go see movies together?



..or do we first have to write each other back and forth some vague nondescript letters in attempts to size each other up?
Perhaps I am doing this all wrong. Please explain how this Friendster thing works.

Thank You & Happy New Year
Turbo

Jennie wrote:
Hi Turbo,
In my opinion, Friendster actually is a website to meet people and shows how many friends you have in your network. You can send a message to my friends from my network.
(mtlanglo-ie.: you can hit on my friends, too)
I would like to know you more....so I think it is better to send message to each other back
and forth in order to understand each other...do you think so? Also, we may chat in MSN too....
(mtlanglo-"because I have no life...")

Yes, We can go see movie sometimes. What will you do on new year eve?
(mtlanglo-non-anglophone alert)
..let's me tell you something about you
...I like to go shopping and clubing...Once I have time I
would like to hang out with my friends. I study at Concordia university...and I will graduate in
April 2005. How about you?
(mtlanglo-18 year old alert)

I am better to stop here. Waiting for ur reply.
Jennie

Turbo wrote:
Hi Jennie, So basically Friendster is
a way to make friends?

I guess that's pretty straightforward. So at what point do we actually become friends?
Perhaps after a certain amount of messages back and forth the Friendster Alarm goes off and announces that we are now friends? ..or is it perhaps something more contextual, dependent on how compatible we discover each other to be?

So, where do you like to go clubbing?...I like afterhours. In fact on New Years I will be going to Stereo on Friday night, and probably leave there sometime on Sunday.
Does that sound somewhat insane to you? (it should)

Your Friendster
Turbo

Hi Turbo,
We do have some common habbits...I like afterhours too. I usually go to Redlite....
(mtlanglo-Laval alert)On new year eve I will be going to Bell center..(mtlanglo-glow stick alert)

I am sure I will have fun at that night. I hope you do. You see this is one of the reason we should be friends.
(mtlanglo-ugly chick alert)



So where do you live?
(mtlanglo-stalker alert) I don't understand why you
leave on Sunday
(mtlanglo-OMG non-crunkhead alert). Anyway, if you still want to chat
with me then reply me. By the way, you seem a cool man!!!

Jennie
(mtlanglo's recommendation: I am half curious to read her profile)

29.12.04

Update From the Crunktionary

Maggie is our highly skilled intern here at The Crunktionary. We rely on her to find neat photos on the internet to put in The Crunktionary while we sit around drinking Vodka Guru's and shoving MDMA caps up our arses.


Maggie at her desk.

She's only been doing this for a week (ever since we bought her "freedom" from that Thai trucking company) but she wanted to say a few things:
First off- has every woman in the world appeared naked on the internet yet? Stop it!

Second- to all you college kids who finally have your own dorm room and digital cameras; stop posting photos of you smoking crack with your buddies to your university webserver! It just
makes my job harder.

I see a great thumbnail of you
shooting up in the quad, then when I click to see the full photo-BAM- your entire directory no longer exists on the server at yourstatecollege.edu. This means you either:
  • A) graduated and they removed you- however unlikely that is, or
  • B) someone reported you to the university and they kicked your stupid-addict ass out of there!
So, please- if you have a photo you'd like to submit to The Crunktionary send an email to us at thecrunktionary[at]gmail.com.

It'll give me time to do soooo many other things.


XO Maggie



Crunkfest


Continuing my long quest to reclaim the word "crunk" for speed freaks all over the word- I like to check on the progress of the war. It seems that there was some hip hop event down in Memphis called Crunkfest 2004 that got a tad nasty when it ended too soon (from Indie Musician):
"When you do a rap show there are always problems, but nobody got shot," said Rickey Cole of S&S Entertainment. "The crowds at these shows have got to learn to control themselves. Beefed up security is a must."

No one was seriously injured in the parking lot fight or three fights that broke out during the show." (emphasis mine)

Now, the closest thing I've seen at a house/electronica event is a bit of booing and hissing when DJ Heather stopped one of her sets at Stereo at 9:30 in the morning. I have some theories about the lack of violence:

  • the lack of alcohol makes things a bit more mellow
  • it's just not part of the culture around that music

Rickey Cole is this close to saying "Yeah- we were expecting at least a few of the kids to get shot...how can you have a hip-hop show without someone getting capped?"-


28.12.04

"I like to kick them when they're down!"

I am discovering I am not a very nice person in the morning unless I am caffeinated. There is no point denying it any longer.

Some fan art from Russia-note the poor spelling of Nixon's name

I was filling the bowl of water for my parent's geriatric cat, Barney. He kept looking at his soft food dish, then at me, then the dish. This provokes little sympathy from me; I snarl at the deaf cat..."FUCK OFF!! Eat your dry food, you ingrate."

Last night whilst adding crap to my blog to either:
  1. drive marketing or
  2. make it look better
I "crashed" the lower half of my template. There will be minimal posting until this is fixed, so please, scroll down and see the archives section. The summer was a great time, when I had a job, a girlfriend and a car. The world was a warmer, safer place...

Advice for Lefty- loosing democracy

From a comment to Odd Todd on his post about "A Forum on Voting Discrepancies in Ohio"- or, in plain speak- "Having Someone Slicker Than You Steal the Election- and now- The Lawsuits."

Poor Todd; I stumbled upon his site the day after he started it. It was also the day after I went on my Solaris sabbatical- so I've been an avid reader (I have a lot of time on my hands, buddy!).

Todd!

Jesus!! How many elections are Americans going to allow be stolen from them before you have another civil war?

Does anyone really think the institutions of your "democracy" have enough safeguards built into them to bring the flaws in the adversarial political system to light?



How many voters being disenfranchised is acceptable? 1, 100? 1000; maybe? 100,000 as long as it wouldn't have affected the outcome?

I know this advice may seem hollow coming from a Canadian as we had a peaceable birth and no civil war, but the events surrounding the 1995 Referendum in Quebec may illustrate how fragile our Western Democracies become when the supporting walls of fair and free elections are chipped at.

A bit of history:
When it comes to Quebec there are two sides, the sovereignists who want Quebec to be their own nation (which would tear Canada in twain, the Atlantic provinces are to the East of Quebec), and the Federalists, who believe that the current structure between the Federal Government and the provinces is crucial to the Canadian identity- despite some flaws in the way funding, power, and responsibilities are divided (sound similar to arguments made by States?)

In 1995 there were a large number of ballots from predominately English or Ethnic ridings that were deemed "spoiled." On top of that, it was very hard for Anglophones (English speakers) or the Allophones (immigrants or other Quebec citizens who spoke another language as their mother tongue) to REGISTER TO VOTE.

Well- people were nervous and very emotional. The Canadian Army (such that it is) is a mix of Anglophones and Francophones- thus most officers are required to be bilingual. Who knew what would happen if the army was required to keep order in Quebec after the referendum, one way or another. Where would the troops' loyalties lie? The officers?


Rally for Canada 1995, Domion Square, Montreal-
Canadians from Outside of Quebec pour into town to plead with Quebecers not to leave Confederation.


Students studying in Quebec from New Brunswick received letters
from the NB Premiers' office urging them to attend- I assumed
they got my address/name from the Student Loans office.


In the end the vote came out to be 50.1% against separation, 49.9% for. The Premier of Quebec publicly blamed the loss of the sovereignists on "Money and the Ethnic vote"- not pretty!

If the result was the opposite and all of those people who had been disenfranchised were suddenly going to be living in a new country called Quebec there would have been massive protests, strikes, protestations to the UN- and- possibly- it may even have gotten VERY violent- a la the FLQ crisis in the seventies but reversed.

As it was, several people were thrown in jail for vote tampering- the entire sovereignist movement was discredited as being cynical and malevolent. No serious discussion of it has occurred since, but parties supporting the idea still form the opposition in the Provincial Legislature, and even have a party in the federal elections.

Wrap up- IMHO- the "left" should pick it's battles more closely in the states- you guys are all over the place! It's like your sidebar- DOZENS of things to act out on- but really- what is the source?

What is the ONE issue/problem/institution you could change that would improve America the most? I'd say campaign finance reform but the Democrats are JUST AS BAD there- and o help...

Why not hunt down (did I say hunt- I meant TRACK) down every last person- from the bottom to the top- who is responsible for ANYONE'S vote not being counted. AND THROW THEM IN JAIL. Get rid of every county, state and federal law that is preventing people from registering or voting.

Sorry if I'm going on a bit at length here- but I voted in that 1995 referendum in Quebec- and XX% of the ballots from my polling station were "spoiled". That means anyone of the 6,000 people that voted at that poll could NOT have had their vote count. That disenfranchises EVERYBODY in that district- and it is not a good feeling at all when your country is at stake.

27.12.04

Blizzard hits Maritimes


BANG- welcome to Winter! It was all nice and brown/green here and now the SKY HAS OPENED and we can't open the back door of the house- the cars are buried by snow drifts and I am out of coffee.

It might get like The Shining in here soon...

26.12.04

REAL Ultimate Power!!!!

It may be the lack of stimulants or some such-(extreme East Coast style boredom?), but for some reason I thought this site was AMAZING!


(OK, maybe that was over stating it a bit, but the sense of humour is right there!)

Vu d'ici : xmas is about love!

As the mtlanglo I sometimes read French blog posts through AltaVista's babblefish- with some surreal results
"What to say moreover on the areas without making easy bitchage... Heille, my account of life in area will beat the notebook of voyage d'alex C on."

I really, really need to get a French girlfriend.

25.12.04

You have mail!

From: "MA"
Subject: thecrunktionary.blogpost.com
To: emily.lastname@someuniversity.edu

Emily- we here at the Crunktionary like to illustrate
our entries with a few images now and again and Google
suggested the attached photo of your friends Jason and
Jenny for the term "really stoned".

We agree! We'd like to use this photo to illustrate
the following word entry:
"Crunktard - someone who takes their drug consumption
too far. i.e. They consume so many chemicals that their brain becomes
mush and they are unable to function like normal, rational human beings and
often have a sketch factor above the permissible limit and their capacity
is well below average."
This is not the final edit, but we would prefer to
have an appropriate graphic before continuing. You
could have full credit for the photo displayed on the
site, or we could post it anonymously.

Thank you in advance for your speedy reply and good
luck with your studies,

Mtlanglo- Doctor of Crunkology
thecrunktionary.blogspot.com

=====
-Before drifting off to sleep, I realized that Sharon Stone makes a
pretty believable coke slut.
22/07/2004

Fave Holiday Post thus far- (click me)

The only thing that I didn't get that I can usually count on was socks. But I now have 40 years' worth of dental floss from stocking stuffers over the years...

Christmas morning

Ok- gifts have been opened, a light breakfast of bagel and yogurt has been consumed (New York style bagel vs. Montreal- nice change!) and I caught the end (Thank GOD!) of White Christmas.

"Done, done, done and DONE!"

I am going to nap now and when I wake up I am going to make a pot of coffee that will RIP MY TITS OFF. Lack of speed/ephedrine/Amphetamines/crystal meth and no espresso anywhere in the city is MAKING ME DISTURBED*. I might have to start throwing myself bodily into traffic for the adrenaline rush or something. Nope- 2 problems with that:
  1. there is no traffic
  2. even if there was they would actually stop if it remotely looked like I wanted to cross the street. Damn polite drivers.
I know- I'll fill the coffee filter normally, but in the pot I'll add this small bottle of INSTANT COFFEE my folks have, along with some cocoa...THAT SHOULD DO IT. (or- could put the pot on now and let the water boil off the concoction and then take the resulting powder and RAIL IT? What would my pharmacist say?)


It might keep me pleasant and alert until dinner is over at 7-8 PM tonight and I can hit that bottle of Xmas Jager I got (my little brother's girlfriend ROCKS!)

Hmmm- doing shots with the family- a new Christmas tradition? Or a bad idea?

*dear readers- you do realize that I am not a complete crank head- I just play one on the internet...

24.12.04

Who invented the saying "Are we having fun yet?"

Those of you not up on this might want to consider putting one of the collected Zippy tradepaperbacks on your gift list next year.


(Gift lists? Is this how politically correct I've become? Jeesh!!)

23.12.04

Work with me here people!


As this graph so neatly shows, visitor and page loads are both down dramatically as Christmas approaches. Meanwhile; I am posting, like, 4 times a day! And good stuff, too! (I think, or it could all be drivel- who knows? Hardly anyone is commenting *pout*)

Don't make me pander to the Lindsay Lohan porn people, who keep coming to my site for 3.5 seconds. But they come in large numbers.

If you don't keep reading over the holidays I may be forced to bail out of my advertising negotiations with the bikers; vis-à-vis the exchange of pills for more of their "We're fighting for Democracy" adverts. The failure of said negotiations may result in me having one or more limbs violently wrenched from my torso.

You may also end up having 2+ hours of reading to do...

Ahhhh, screw it- here's a nice photo of LL's smoking-hot 18 year old cleavage:


Have a sticky Christmas, you pervs! Welcome to the Blog that will Pander for Pills.

The Cast- Sabs

Sabs is the Queen of Crunk, the Stereo High Priestess. These are her legs:



Here's the story: I'm at the Typhoon Lounge for happy hour one Friday and talking to one of my coworkers about Stereo. Suddenly, one of his friends whips around and says:
"You go to Stereo? How often?"
"Uh, yeah- once every two weeks, sometimes more..." I respond- trying to remember this guy's name...
"I've never seen you there...what night do you go?"
"Saturdays."
He says- "Ahhh- I go on Fridays, I'm heading there tonight if you want to meet some of my friends."
Needless to say- that was how Turbo started going to Stereo on Saturdays and Fridays. (It nearly killed him that first month we hung out. Then Sabs showed me how to party 4 nights a week, then 5- then the blur.)

That's also the night I met Sabs. She was the first person Brian introduced me to. She hung out with us and introduced me to 100+ people; Stereo has been my house away from home ever since. She is a promoter and VIP Hostess and general PR machine for Stereo and some local DJs to boot. At one point last summer she was promoting for 4 nights out of the week. And she can dance like an angel- all night and all day, in serious stilettos if she wants.

And she is one of the warmest, brightest people I have met in the scene. This is an excerpt from an email she sent before my trip:
Just wanted to wish you a safe trip. Have a good time, and don`t miss us too much. I
will be sure to party like crazy while you`re gone. After all, someone is
going to have to pick up the slack that your absence will create. Although
being the holidays and all, I am sure that Turbo will be out in full force.
Hope you had a good time @ Pat Boogie. I`m really sorry I had to miss that,
but I`m kinda glad I did. I`m still tired and yucky feeling today. Oh well...
Guess I`m getting old. Having a real job sucks in some ways I tell you!!!
Anyway, keep us updated on how your vacation is going.
Sabs
 And to top it all off she lives with two real cool guys (who I'll get to later) in a brilliant 2 storey apartment that we affectionately call The Crunk Mansion. And her passion for and knowledge of house music is astounding.


PS- Sabs- Pat Boogie rocked but our Ferrari speed was a bit on the light-weight side and we were all home by 7 AM.

tonypierce.com busblog

The word has come down from above courtesy of tonypierce and can lay rest the perpetual arguement:
let me know if you have a better computer out there.
and take it easy with the 'yo yo you gotta get a Mac, g.'
cuz i dont really want a mac.
theyre for girls

and that's that, people.

The Royal Tenenbaums (2001)

After the recent airing of this film on the CBC I am aghast that I do not yet own a copy! Easily one of the best films made yet this century, there should be a Collectors edition of Bottle Rocket, Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaums. Maybe that's what I'm waiting for...


One thing struck me, though. In Eli Cash's apartment he has these bizarre paintings of fur-mask wearing men on small motorcycles. I could have sworn they were the work of Canadian ex-pat painter Attila Richard Lukacs.


But they were actually the work of Miguel Calderón, a Mexican artist. Kind of embarrassing, since I had met and interviewed Lukacs in the mid-nineties when he did a show at the Musée d'art contemporain de Montréal.

22.12.04

Umberto Eco on Mac Vs. PC

From www.antoinegirard.com - very nice analogy!